Eijiro PoV
I stared out of one of the palace windows, eying the marketplace in the horizon. Colorful stalls lined the streets, showcasing vibrant fruits, handmade crafts, and fragrant herbs. The air was alive with excitement, and I felt a sense of anticipation building within me.
"What you looking at, big bro?" my little sister asked, waddling over to join me. She was now two years old, her cheeks round and her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I smiled at her. "At the market. We got guests today!"
She blinked. "Guests?"
I nodded. "Yeah! I overheard it's someone equal to Father."
Her little mouth formed a big o. "Are they as strong?"
I chuckled. "Doubt it! Father is the strongest!
She giggled, her laughter bright and sweet. "Stronger than a bear?"
I scoffed. "Of course!"
"What's this about me?" Father asked as he walked into the hallway. He had just come out of the training room, so he was all sweaty and stuff.
Mama was too. Had she sparred with him?
